Saturday, November 12, 2011

unmitigated disaster

It is 11:04 on a Saturday and I'm on the couch in my pjs, wrapped in a blanket wondering how and when everything went so terribly wrong.

I'd promised myself, my grad school best friend and both of my advisors a copy of a conference proposal today and it's not done. Know that the only person I'm really letting down is myself, and I feel horrendous.

I can't make things come together. I don't know what to throw out, what to keep and where it all really leads.

I'm afraid of failing... but doing nothing right now... not handing this in, not finishing is failing without ever having the option of succeeding.

I wish I could be more like the little tater-tot below.

She sees an enormous dog and he's not a threat, he's a mystery--a curiosity and a participant in her merriment.

She looks him right in the eye (not to mention has absolutely perfect squat form) and tries to figure out how they're going to play.

So, how am I going to play today? How am I going to engage my research questions and come up with a viable document and let go of the fear it won't be good enough and gracefully accept edits and criticism?
I'm going to look it right in the eye and see how it will serve my goals.

I'll update when it's in.

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